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The Hill Country

A POEM

By Ed Ingebretsen | June 1985

Take for instance Mary; she

shocked by some divine insistence.

Yet the experience of God,

the mere feel of him was itself not enough.

 

To tell it

to tell it

to shape the noun & verb of it

the imperative.

This God then

not a solipsism, not

the falling of one tree

in the silence of a forest.

 

Thus you ask:

why write?

Ask rather: Mary

why did you make such haste

through the hill country

— always through the hill country —

and why to Elizabeth

barren as a winter field?

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